CHAPTER XV.
LETTERS FROM WEEK-END CAMP.
From Tillie Wingo to Her Best Friend Grace.
Greendale, Va.
Saturday Morning.
My darling Grace:
Such a time as we are having—I’ve almost danced up my new ten dollar shoes, but I am sure glad I wore them as they have been much admired. There are oodlums of men up here and some of the prettiest dancers I have ever met.
I must tell you what a terrible break I made. There is a man here named Bill Tinsley, and do you know I took him for a jitney driver the first day I got here and gave him a tip—twenty-five cents. He took it like a mutt and now he has a hole in it and wears it around his neck and everybody thinks it is an awful joke on me. I must say that it is hard to tell one kind of man from another when nobody introduces you. He is awful dum but dances like Volinine. He never opens his face except to feed it and to laugh and he laughs louder and more than anybody I have ever met before.
Speaking of feeding, the eats are fine. I don’t see how the Carter girls ever learned how to do it but they have the best things! I hoped it would be bum as I want to fall off. I have always been a perfect thirty-six and must say I don’t relish taking on flesh, but I can’t resist fried chicken and waffles.
I am almost sorry I brought my new pink as I really need some kind of outing dress, but I did not have room for so many things and I do think that it is best to have plenty of dancing frocks rather than sport suits that after all do not become me very much.